I am a Lord
I am a Lord
Of what cha thought chaos
Hurry up with my damn prorate
Or end up comatose for being late
I am a Lord
Of what cha thought chaos
You best fucking display the odds

I am a Lord
Rip according fist pumping
Thought provoking
Revoking truthsí in the booth
Without proof, they just throw ya off the roof
Demonize you and look at you through a cracked rear view
Thinking just because you went to public school
Youíre some fucking retard
Skip the pleasantries
I portraying Iím something special
Echoing hell if I see you
Asking me to speak to you privately
Asking if they can see my I.D. card
Telling me it ainít valid when itís straight correct
Intercept me before I decepticon
React upon sight beyond sight
When you know I am right
Retaken token bloom
Get scooped off the ground like poop
You ainít out them deep-space cruisers yet
Dead in the depths
Rep high, dip minds lower than towers that donít scowl

I am a Lord
I am a Lord
Of what cha thought chaos
Hurry up with my damn prorate
Or end up comatose for being late
I am a Lord
Of what cha thought chaos
You best fucking display the odds

Play me like a ball on the foul line
Shoot me like a foul shot
And miss like Shaq do free throws
You can owl like a fowl trying Pyrex kitchen ware
Bear cupboard, no baking soda to fluff ya powder with
When you canít even change the climate
Asking if we can time it like Timex
When you speaking badly as Don Imus
I am us, in the flesh
Ready to address
The situation
Manifesting in directions
You can only be contested
In the court of law
Hit her with that raw business
Had to approach this shit
Like Malcolm with my Martinís steez
Now fresh shining sun blinding
You ainít pressing those types
When you got the rights
I rather lead than to follow ya
I rather rip ya than destroy ya